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Sitting in the waiting room of a Children's Hospital Orange plastic church Of medicine There's a beautiful woman with a head scarf and a baby And you've disappeared behind a door So many appointments So many checkups For me at least I've only been in a hospital twice before - When my sister was having her babies I was only in the waiting room And now she's getting divorced Come out soon please But I could do this again I could do this as much as you needed I'll be there fire every appointment Every checkup Even if some day - It stops feeling like so many Come out soon please I hate that you're sick Even when you're healthy Surgery doesn't scare you - But if it really does, it's okay The baby is wearing a blue hat She's sweet Ours will be too Please come out soon Your dad and I are sitting on complete opposite sides of this couch I don't know if either of us will ever be used to one another I am still fond of him I'll hug him at our wedding And we'll give him grandchildren I don't mind that he's grumpy I just hope he likes me But please come out soon
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Mar 24, 2015
Mar 24, 2015 at 7:23 PM UTC
come out soon
Sitting in the waiting room of a Children's Hospital Orange plastic church Of medicine There's a beautiful woman with a head scarf and a baby And you've disappeared behind a door So many appointments So many checkups For me at least I've only been in a hospital twice before - When my sister was having her babies I was only in the waiting room And now she's getting divorced Come out soon please But I could do this again I could do this as much as you needed I'll be there fire every appointment Every checkup Even if some day - It stops feeling like so many Come out soon please I hate that you're sick Even when you're healthy Surgery doesn't scare you - But if it really does, it's okay The baby is wearing a blue hat She's sweet Ours will be too Please come out soon Your dad and I are sitting on complete opposite sides of this couch I don't know if either of us will ever be used to one another I am still fond of him I'll hug him at our wedding And we'll give him grandchildren I don't mind that he's grumpy I just hope he likes me But please come out soon
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Mar 24, 2015
Mar 24, 2015 at 7:23 PM UTC
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